FACT:

I welcome this pain
beating down on me
Is it your eyes
that choose not to see?

All I would do
if only u knew
All of my trust
was gegeven to you

Oh, please, this is what I can give
What else do u need from me?
I might be sick, broken, torn to pieces
So, whatever this is, this thing that now I've become,
you hate it so much, u keep on running from it
No matter the distance, no matter how,
no matter how far

I buried this hurt,
concealed in this heart
Go lock all your doors,
these cold steps will warm

Oh, please, this is what I can give
What else do u need from me?
I might be sick, broken, torn to pieces
So, whatever...